When Zhang Jingyu heard this, he asked tentatively: "Then how rational are you?" ”

Gu Nianjia said: "I won't be desperate for love anyway." ”

Zhang Jingyu tried to set her mind again, "What do you have that you don't care about?" ”

He knew her well sometimes, but there were aspects of her that he couldn't see clearly.

Was her innocence innate, or was it pretended to be later?

Sometimes I don't want to understand too much, and I forget how smart I am when I pretend to be.

Gu Nianjia smiled and said, "I have money, my grandfather left me many hundred million." ”

The voice is a bit long, which makes people sound like they are laughing at themselves.

With that, she drank the wine from the glass again.

After a few glasses of wine in a row, she drank fiercely, and the strength of the wine came fiercely, she was dizzy, forgot about the relationship with Zhang Jingyu's teacher-student, regarded him as a buddy, and reached out on Zhang Jingyu's shoulder.

approached him and whispered, "Teacher, don't be sad, I'll support you in the future." ”

As she spoke, her hand went around Zhang Jingyu's back, wrapped her arms around his waist, and pulled it heroically.

With the other hand, he picked up the wine glass and raised it to Zhang Jingyu, raising his eyebrows implicitly.

Zhang Jingyu's eyes narrowed slyly, "Really? ”

He also took his glass, raising it half high.

Gu Nianjia leaned over and touched him, raised his head and took a dry mouthful, then put down the cup and patted his chest and said, "I, Gu Nianjia, have always spoken with great words, and I don't count when I don't count." ”

After speaking, he pulled Zhang Jingyu to drink, "The teacher will continue to drink." ”

One cup after another, Gu Nianjia's body couldn't hold back, and her head tilted into Zhang Jingyu's arms.

The hand holding the wine glass waved in the air, and the drunken words came out of his mouth, "Teacher, do you know? ”

Zhang Jingyu lowered her eyes and looked at Gu Nianjia, her eyes closed and opened, the tip of her nose was red, and her eyes were also red.

He raised his hand in distress, hugged her, and then responded to her in a nasal voice, "Huh? ”

"I always felt like I wasn't born to my mother."

Gu Nianjia pouted sadly.

There was no consciousness anymore, his hand was released, and the wine glass fell, but fortunately, Zhang Jingyu caught it quickly.

Gu Nianjia's hand was placed on Zhang Jingyu's chest, and the whole person lay on top of him.

The soft body, the face was hot against him, only separated by a thin layer of clothing.

Zhang Jingyu's throat tightened, and his arm couldn't help but increase his strength, hugging the little man in his arms.

Seeing that she seemed to be asleep, I couldn't help but murmur her name, "Jiajia." ”

A deep man's voice, magnetic and good.

Gu Nianjia's mind appeared Song Changlin's face, the big boy who always appeared in front of her when she was sad and gave her warmth.

Her heart softened even more, her hands suddenly wrapped around Zhang Jingyu's waist, and she said vaguely, "Little uncle, do you think I am not my mother's own child?" I wouldn't have picked it up, or like they said, I gave it away? ”

The man's body stiffened.

He looked at the girl's fully closed eyes, opened his mouth and called her back, "Baby, you've drunk too much." ”

His voice was gentle and warm, just like the big boy and little uncle in Gu Nianjia's memory.

The corners of her mouth pursed a warm smile, hugging the man and coquettishly, "Little uncle, you are the best for me in this world, I like my little uncle the most." ”

"They all bully me, they are all big villains, if you don't bully me, you love me."